Chelsea, Manhattan, Lunch.
The Chelsea Hotel is still under renovation.
When David Byrne wrote Here Lies Love, the disco musical about Imelda Marcos, the strongman’s widow was a figure of the recent past haunting the present. And now they’re baaaaack and may very well be the future. New songs will be written, but what can be done about willful amnesia and delusional nostalgia?
(Yes that is David Byrne. Please couch envious comments in song lyrics. You start a conversation, you can’t even finish it. You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything.)
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
November 16th, 2016 at 12:12
You were stuck in the right place at the perfect time. Filled a gap, you were lucky. But one thing I’ll say for you, no one else can fill it like you can.
November 16th, 2016 at 12:22
kotsengkuba: And you may say to yourself, Well, how did I get here?
November 17th, 2016 at 12:51
So jealous that you know one of my music heroes. Hope NY is treating you well.
November 17th, 2016 at 23:16
Sing along with the one who broke your heart (You know you do)
Sing aloud, it will keep you safe and warm (That’s right)
Holy cow. David Byrne who collaborated with my current musical obsession, St. Vincent. That’s only 3 degrees of separation now between me and her.
November 18th, 2016 at 00:50
Jessica Z,
Qu’est-ce que c’est??
Fafafafafafafa Fak!!!!
November 18th, 2016 at 06:26
Edrie, Juan: For years I have been pointing out my name in the credits of Here Lies Love and was cruelly ignored. Hah! Picture lang pala ang katapat.
November 18th, 2016 at 22:36
Please, please ask him to use his connections with St. Vincent so that she could perform here.
November 19th, 2016 at 03:07
Edrie: Naah, already used my limited influence to ask for additional songs in the Imelda musical about plunder, corruption and the regime’s atrocities.